A blade light slashed across the sky, incomparably sharp, aiming for the right shoulder of the black-robed warrior wearing a bamboo hat.
This strike condensed all the spiritual power of the Green-Robed Envoy. Even a Xiantian Third Grade warrior would be decapitated by it.
Yet who could have expected that the black-robed warrior neither dodged nor evaded? He raised his right fist and slammed it toward the Green-Robed Envoy's chest.
Streaks of black aura condensed on his fist, exuding a dense, chilling aura of death.
Boom!
The Green-Robed Envoy's long saber hacked into the black-robed warrior's shoulder, but it was like striking fine steel—the blade snapped in two.
The black-robed warrior seemed impervious to pain. His heavy fist slammed into the Green-Robed Envoy's chest, sending him flying backward. With a thud, he crashed heavily in front of Lin Shuo.
"Your Highness, flee quickly! They aren't human—they're corpse puppets refined by the Demonic Sect...!"
Coughing up blood, the Green-Robed Envoy pointed at the surrounding black-robed warriors and slowly closed his eyes.
"Demonic Sect corpse puppets?"
Lin Shuo had no time to grieve. Seeing the four Demonic Sect corpse puppets advancing toward him, he desperately channeled his internal spiritual power, preparing for a final stand!
With a roar, he charged toward the nearest corpse puppet. Even if he died, he would strike it with his sword.
Boom!
A tyrannical pressure surged forth.
Lin Shuo felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall, flying backward and crashing to the ground.
He looked up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and绝望地 (despairingly) watched the four corpse puppets advancing slowly.
Who could have known that his desperate strike couldn't even break through the puppets' pressure!
Even the Xiantian Realm imperial envoys couldn't match these corpse puppets, let alone Lin Shuo?
He hadn't returned to the imperial city to see his wife waiting at home, nor had he seen his daughter, whom he hadn't met in years. He wondered if she had grown into a young woman, and there was also his third brother guarding the imperial mausoleum—he hadn't fulfilled his promise to bring him back to the city.
Lin Shuo had so much he wanted to do, yet it was destined to end today.
"Kill!"
The foremost black-robed corpse puppet let out a stiff roar and raised its hand to strike Lin Shuo's head.
This palm condensed demonic energy so thick it seemed solid. Landing on Lin Shuo's head, it would instantly turn him into a puddle of flesh!
Just then, a sudden change occurred. A dazzling cyan light burst from Lin Shuo's waist, and a雄浑的 (magnificent) sword intent surged out, spreading in all directions.
This cyan light seemed to grow with the wind, instantly transforming into an incomparably sharp Sword Intent of Wind, blasting toward the black-robed corpse puppet about to strike.
The corpse puppet swung its palm to meet the Sword Intent of Wind. In an instant, the black mist condensed in its palm was torn to shreds by the sword intent, which pierced through its palm, entered its body, circled around it, and then slowly dissipated.
Crack!
The moment the Sword Intent of Wind vanished, the black-robed corpse puppet suddenly collapsed like a knocked-over stack of blocks, shattering into dozens of neat pieces and falling dead.
The remaining three corpse puppets halted in unison, still surrounding Lin Shuo.
"This... this is the wooden sword my third brother gave me...!"
Lin Shuo was dumbfounded.
"Sword Intent of Wind—I never expected you to have such a protective treasure!"
Elder Sun of the Heavenly Demon Sect suddenly appeared on the roof of the tavern opposite Lin Shuo. Looking down coldly, he said, "Let's see if you have a second treasure like this. Attack!"
With a wave of his hand, the three motionless black-robed corpse puppets advanced again toward Lin Shuo.
"Even with the protective treasure my third brother gave me, I still can't escape death here!"
Lin Shuo smiled bitterly, then used all his strength to stand up.
The Great Han Prince must die on his feet, never on his knees!
...
In the imperial mausoleum, Lin Yu and Chu Chu were brewing tea by a stove. Chu Chu held a teacup, inhaling the faint fragrance of Jue Ling Green Tea, looking relaxed.
"Third Uncle, although this tea no longer enhances my spiritual soul power, every time I drink it, my mind feels clear. When I return, my cultivation speed is slightly faster than usual—even the Emperor doesn't have such good tea!"
Chu Chu smiled at Lin Yu. First, the Daqi mission had slunk back, and now her father, whom she hadn't seen in years, was about to return to the capital. She was so happy she was counting the days until Lin Shuo's arrival.
"If you like it, take some when you leave."
Lin Yu smiled. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a premonition and frowned slightly.
The wooden sword he gave Lin Shuo contained a Sword Intent of Wind. Just now, he sensed the sword intent activate to protect its master—clearly, Lin Shuo had fallen into a deadly situation.
Before Lin Yu could figure out what happened, the Sword Intent of Wind suddenly dissipated.
"Third Uncle, what's wrong?"
Chu Chu looked at Lin Yu in confusion, wondering why he frowned.
"Chu Chu, enjoy your tea. I'll go hunt a roe deer in the forest. We'll have roe deer meat today."
After叮嘱 (instructing) Chu Chu, Lin Yu made an excuse and walked outside.
The moment he stepped out of the stone house, Lin Yu's eyes turned icy cold.
Before mastering the Nine Heavens Sword Flight Art, Lin Yu couldn't help Lin Shuo from thousands of miles away, but now it was different. It was time for those people to witness the wrath of a sword cultivator.
The wrath of a sword cultivator: caressing the long sword, traversing ten thousand miles of wilderness.
The wrath of a sword cultivator: holding the Heaven-Reaching Sword, slaying the long whale across the sea.
Whoever dared to harm his second brother would pay a heavy price.
"Sword, come!"
Lin Yu whispered, and the Wind Controlling Sword flew out from his sea of consciousness, circling around him.
Following his will, the Wind Controlling Sword turned into a cyan rainbow, dashing toward the last known location of the Sword Intent of Wind in the wooden sword. In the blink of an eye, it vanished from sight.
...
On the main street, Lin Shuo's right arm hung limply, his clothes drenched in blood.
He绝望地 (despairingly) looked at the three black-robed corpse puppets before him. He had struck with all his might, but couldn't even withstand their pressure.
For the first time in his life, Lin Shuo hated himself for not practicing harder, leaving him helpless in this desperate situation, able only to await death!
"Kill him!"
Elder Sun on the roof gave a cold command to the three corpse puppets.
The noble of the Great Han royal family had promised that the city's General's Mansion would deploy troops a stick of incense later.
Calculating the time, a stick of incense was almost up.
He would kill the Great Han Second Prince in the cruelest way on this street, then leave triumphantly to sow hatred between the Great Han and the Great Zhou Dynasty.